Proud mother that she is and knowing this Two-Legger always has a plentiful supply of peanuts and cookies, she’s brought them back many nights running.
Of course, this means they’ve gotten use to me.
Ever had raccoons get use to you?
They have no respect.
They run over my feet, paw my legs, stand up with their little paws out.
I feel like I’m in Oliver Twist. “Please, sir. More.”
Hecate, me thinks, is glad to have us as grand…parents? Her children definitely qualify as grandkits.
I mentioned Clyde in the last installment. We’re going with Brutus as a nickname. The smallest is Penelope. She’s always the last to come forward, the first to leave. I worry for her. You may remember Bess from a few years back. She didn’t make it.
Such is life in The Wild.
And without further adieu, more kits: